’D NEVER heard a sound quite like it. Guttural, deep and demanding attention. The stag’s bellow – that long, low, outward breath signifying strength and superiority amongst other males – took my own away. Floored, I sat in Lyme Park under a pink sky as the late autumn sun rose, with Manchester’s
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Feb 23, 2024
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